Zhang Tiankui's back muscles suddenly tightened, drawn like a bowstring.
This was a sign of the Dragon Spine exerting strength.
No one had ever dared to speak to him this way in all his years in the Jinn underworld.
An evil air surged in Zhang Tiankui's heart, and he glanced at the few people blocking his way.
Although they all had new-style flintlocks at their waists, a re seven steps away, with his skills, he could twist the necks of these three before the guns went off and use their bodies to block the firearms above, breaking through the encirclent.
However, the faint, cold aura from the depths of the cargo hold felt like a snake's tongue licking at his nape.
Zhang Tiankui's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the intent to kill. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled, "Brother Wang She, as expected, you are thorough."
He deliberately smacked his lips and dragged out his voice, "Running around so much these days, I'm almost starving—Li Ji's braised large intestines need garlic sauce, Qingyuan House's roasted at needs cilantro, Yuansheng's liquor... hehe, it has to be last year's vintage."
"Authentic!"
The man with gold teeth released his hand from the gun handle and gave a thumbs up, "Master Zhang is knowledgeable. Please sit, I'll go get it."
Once the gang mbers left, Zhang Tiankui turned around, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He flipped over, lying on a broken bed, staring at the cobweb hanging from the junction of the cargo boxes.
Above, a green-headed fly was being slowly wrapped up.
It seed Wang She also harbored ill intentions, wanting to trap him here.
Unexpectedly, having discovered the mastermind behind Jinn, he hadn't even found a way to the Captain Bureau before becoming a trapped pigeon himself.
Not long after, the man with gold teeth ca in carrying a vermilion lacquered food box.
The food box was old and dirty, stained with fresh grease.
He smiled with a face full of wrinkles, "Apologies, Master Zhang, we're quite busy right now, and short-handed. We don't have Li Ji's braised intestines or Qingyuan House's roasted at. Here's so lamb soup with rice from the stove for you."
Zhang Tiankui's eyes flashed with interest, then he picked up the chopsticks and suddenly laughed, "Alright! Pugilistic world food is the most nourishing!"
He ssily scooped the rice soaked in lamb soup, the greasy at juice dripping down his beard, swallowing it down with spicy liquor in big gulps.
Since he couldn't escape for now, he decided to bide his ti.
Seeing him conceding, the man with gold teeth left with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Brother Zhou, how is it?"
At a corner, a man on guard asked.
"What Jinn wrestling king..."
The man with gold teeth sneered through his teeth, "A stray dog hungry for three days is tougher than him."
He suddenly lowered his voice, his neck tattoo twisting as his muscles tensed, "But the gang leader specifically instructed not to push too hard for now. Tomorrow, an expert will be coming to oversee; once the tendons are severed, he won't be able to run even if he wants to."
anwhile, Zhang Tiankui had his ear pressed against the damp wooden planks of the cargo box, breathing extrely lightly.
Although the conversation in the compartnt was hushed, every word reached his ear.
"How's the kid?" the man with gold teeth asked anxiously.
"Rest assured, he's not dead yet."
The other replied roughly, "Luckily we struck first, or if this brat had made it to Xuan Sacrificial Officer to report, even Li Yan, that Evil God, would have co for us, no one would have a good ti. They say wherever he goes, not a blade of grass grows..."
Zhang Tiankui's chewing abruptly halted, his Adam's apple moving as the mutton soup's stale sll suddenly turned nauseating.
He slowly propped himself up, climbed up by the planks, peering through the gaps in the cargo box.
Not far away in the prison room, torches crackled, and a young man, bound in chains, lay like a rag in a pool of blood.
The charred sll of burnt flesh from branding iron mingled with the stench of blood wafted over.
The executioner was complaining as he flicked a blood-stained whip:
"Passed out after three whips, pretending to be dead after waking, can't pry a word from this rascal's mouth!"
He gestured a throat-slitting motion, "Might as well..."
"Shut your trap!"
The man with gold teeth kicked over a nearby water bucket, "The gang leader wants that old coffin's surna Wu! If you kill this bastard, the trail ends!"
Zhang Tiankui lay back silently, his eyelashes trembling slightly as he closed his eyes.
The sunset filtering in from the cargo hold's ceiling was fading away, faintly hearing cries of "Hail to the gang leader."
He quickly turned away, feigning snores.
Wang She had returned!
This Incense Master of the Iron Anchor Association had one side of his face swollen like a yeast bun, blood crust clinging to the corner of his mouth.
The man with gold teeth approached but retreated into the shadows under Wang She's glare.
Wang She walked to the depths of the cargo hold, straightened his collar before the door, squeezed out a sycophantic smile, and then went in:
"Forgive , Immortal; Sir Zhao consented to et at Haidian Shao Garden at midnight, however..."
His knees thudded heavily on the ground, "I beg you to move to West City."
Kong Hui, who was ditating cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, blood-red veins darting in his pupils.
"What the hell is Zhao Qingxu playing at?"
......
If East City's representatives were Cao Yun and the Imperial College,
then West City was a completely different style.
In the words of the Capital's citizens, it's where you drink soybean juice by the execution ground, hear ghosts weeping under White Pagoda, and dig out gold nuggets from coal dust at the unrefined place!
Fucheng Gate specifically allows coal carts from the Western Capital into the city, commonly known as "Coal Gate," and at dawn each day, the jingling and clanking sounds echo as cal caravans from the West Mountain fill the gate tunnel, their bells mixed with the sll of livestock striking straight into the nose...
Xi Zhi n leads to the Western Suburb, with both the Royal Garden and noble estates...
The "West Market" at West Four Archway is specialized for executing officials and major criminals, terd as "executing people in the market."
Beheadings take place under the West Archway, and slow slicing under the East Archway.
If you're beheaded, don't worry.
White Pagoda Temple and Guangji Temple are nearby, perfect for a full package of last rites...
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